Of course not

You walk up to Sasha until you're standing right in front of her. Without her high heels on, she's now looking up at you. You raise your hands and hover them over her body, careful not to touch Sasha. You stop over her breasts.

"Are they real? Vladimir won't stand for plastic, I'm guessing," you say.

Sasha snickers and raises her hands off her hips, placing them on yours. They feel soft and well moisturized.

"Do you want to feel them?" she asks in a sultry voice.

"Can I?"

Sasha responds by slowly pulling your hands towards her, until you simultaneously feel each of her nipples poking against the palms of your hands. She holds it there for a moment, staring into your eyes and enjoying her control over you, before she pulls you closer and your hands cup over her firm breasts. She squeezes your hands, making you squeeze her fleshy mounds. You adjust your stance with your increasingly hard erection making it difficult to stand straight. Maybe you should have worn looser pants. By now, you have no doubt that her breasts are real. If they're not, you sure as hell can't tell, so what difference does that make.

"2 million and I'll let you fuck me right now," Sasha says, tipping her toes to get her face closer to yours. You can smell her breath and if you just lean down, you could kiss her.

"Dea-" You gulp and stop yourself. Sasha is literally telling you that you can fuck her for a cool quarter million bucks. You don't think there's a single escort in the world worth that money and a lot of people barely see that amount in a lifetime. Sasha knows how to pursue what she wants as her hands leave yours and she grabs the waistband of your pants with 1 hand to give her just enough space to slip the other hand down your pants and under your boxers. Her hand is warm from holding yours and her slender fingers wrap around your cock, stroking you up and down slowly.

"You like that?" Sasha asks.

"Yes..." you gasp.

"Imagine how nice my pussy would feel," she continues. Her lips graze yours. Even just barely touching you can taste her sweetness. You breathe heavily, trying to control your involuntary physical reaction to this insanely sexy woman. As you swallow another large gulp of saliva, Sasha abruptly stops the handjob and withdraws her hand from your pants. She stops tipping her toes and steps back, your hands staying where they are in suspended space groping imaginary breasts.

Sasha giggles at what must be a dumbstruck look on your face. She looks around until she identifies a bedroom in the penthouse suite and walks to it, pausing to slip her panties off and leave them on the floor. Without looking back at you, she says, "If you agree, come in. Otherwise, I think I'm going to take a nap." She leaves the lounge and enters the adjacent bedroom, disappearing into it.